Could this be the prayer of our generation?

Our father or mother or nameless deity or whoever will answer me,
forgetful and weak is your name,
my kingdom come,
my will be done,
quickly, painlessly and boastfully on the earth.
Give me, right now, all my desires.
And overlook my offensive heart,
As everyone around me bows to my tantrums.
And lead me not into pain or suffering or inconvenience,
but deliver only honor and praise to my doorstep.

For mine is the kingdom and the power and honor, forever and ever.

Lord, come quickly.